I randomly thought of this... Don't ask why or how. It just came to me...Lemon Warning (I know this is odd. Please don't ask!)

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"Fuck!" was the first thing I heard when I walked downstairs.

"Allen! Swear Jar!" I giggled when Allen reluctantly shoved a crumpled note into the jar that Oliver was holding out to him, a smile on his face. I then decided to speak up, "You know, Al, if you stop swearing, you won't have to put money in the jar. Think about it." I walked up to Oliver and pecked his cheek, "Love you."

"Morning, Poppet!"

"I can't believe you're dating this freak, (Y/n)! You know he puts people in his cupcakes! Do you not worry you'll be next?" This ended with Allen being whacked on the head with his own baseball bat.

"What the fuck!?"

"That's what you get when you talk bad about Ollie! Watch it or you'll be in MY cupcakes! Actually, no one would eat them because they would make the person eating said cupcake as stupid as you!" I spat at the American, "Leave him alone. Or you better start sleeping with your eyes open," I threatened before walking back to Oliver and pecking him on the lips, "Don't worry, I don't believe him, Ollie."

"Thank you, Poppet."

Allen tried to sneak away, hoping Oliver would forget about his swearing. Unfortunately for him, "Allen! Swear Jar!" He growled and shoved money in the jar before stomping out the house in a grumpy mood. It was then that I realised something, "Ollie, how is it you've never sworn in your life?"

"Hm? Oh well, I don't know I just don't swear. It's bad and neither Allen nor Matt should be doing it! You agree, right, Poppet?"

LEMON WARNING

"I agree, in a sense," I replied trailing my fingers up his torso and to up to his neck, where I rested my hands, "I find it hard to believe that you've never sworn in your life. Everyone swears at least once right?"

"P-poppet? What a-are you doing?" he asked, his face getting increasingly redder. I smirked and continued what I was doing; running my fingers up and down his chest, "I don't know, Ollie. Why don't we have some fun?" I whispered into his ear. His face turned the colour of a tomato and I giggled, grabbing his hand and dragging him upstairs to my bedroom. I smirked again and pushed him down on my bed.

"P-Poppet? W-What are you doing?"

"I told you, Ollie, we're going to have some fun," I whispered as I crawled on top of him after locking my bedroom door. I leaned down and kissed him while grinding onto his growing erection. This whole time, his face was the colour of a tomato. I soon got bored and started to take off his waistcoat as well as bowtie and shirt. I giggled and kissed down his neck to his shoulder, searching for his sweet spot. I soon found it, when he let out a loud moan. I continued to abuse the spot until I noticed he was biting his lip to suppress his moans.

"Ollie, let me hear you," I whispered in his ear before continuing to abuse his sweet spot. He moaned loudly and I smirked, continuing my journey downwards. I kissed down his chest until I got to the rim of his trousers. I looked up at him for approval, gaining a not in return. I smiled and pulled them, and his underwear, down, revealing his now hard member.

"Oh, Ollie, you naughty boy. I'm going to have to punish you," I spoke, bringing my hand up and stroking him. This released a long moan from him and I started going faster, paying more attention to the tip. I eventually had enough of teasing him and took him in my mouth, bobbing up and down. I continued this for a while until, "Oh, fuck, Poppet! I need to be inside you!" I smirked and removed myself from him. I stood up and pulled off my top and skirt before reaching around my back and undoing my bra, tossing it away to a corner of my room. I then reached down and pulled down my pants so I was completely naked before crawling back on top of him and taking his member in my hand and rubbing it against my womanhood. He bucked his hips, "Please, Poppet!" I smirked and sank down on him, both of us moaning in unison. I kept bouncing on him for a while until I felt the knot in my stomach break. I came on his member, consequently setting him off as well. Him cumming inside me, "Oh, Poppet!" I climbed off of him and we snuggled under the covers.

LEMON END

"Ollie, Swear Jar," I whispered in his ear before falling asleep on him.

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The next morning, I woke up to Ollie's arms wrapped around me. I smiled and stared at his cuteness and pecked his cheek. This apparently woke him up, "Good morning, Poppet!"

"Good morning, Ollie. Did you have f-" I cut myself off by jumping out of bed and dashing to the toilet throwing up.

"Poppet? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, just sick that's all."

"I'm still taking you to the doctors!"

"Whatever you say, Ollie."

We walked downstairs and out to Oliver's car. I got in the passenger seat and Ollie got in the driver's seat.

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"What did you do to her, Oliver?!"

"I didn't do anything!"

"Yeah right! You poisoned her with a cupcake didn't you?!"

"Allen! Shut it! Ollie didn't do anything! I'm pregnant!"

"Ha-Wait what the fuck?!"

"Fix you're language before this child is born, Al. Or you'll be dead. Literally."